To Love a Killer|COMPLETED|

Jeff is a crazy teen, after what had happened he just wants to kill. When Jeff meets a girl, he cant stand but kill her, yet something is telling him not to. He has never felt that feelings, he always wants to kill. He thinks that girl, could be a problem. All Copyrights reserved.


7. Chapter 6

-Jeff's POV-

I knew I shouldn't have stayed at her house, I knew something bad was going to happen. I ran and ran towards the woods, deeper and deeper, while the woods got darker and darker. At once as I knew I was no where noticeable, I sat down. It was cold. I put my hoodie on over my head. I was still shivering. I got colder and colder. I went behind some bushes, that way the wind cannot come so strong towards me and I would be a bit warmer. I was about to kill her, I was going too, she was dying but again that stupid emotion didn't let me.

It wouldn't let me finish the job, it never will. I need to get rid of that emotion, but how? I don't even know what kind of emotion it is. I stayed quiet near the bench. I needed my knife back, I needed to go back to Angelina's house, to get my knife without her knowing. A few hours past and I heard someone in the woods. "Jeff. Jeff! come out." I heard someone say. I got out of the bushes and I saw Angelina was there. She had something in her hands. "What?" I asked her, she jumped a little. I guess I scared her. She came closer and I backed up a little. "Jeff, don't back up, I'm not going to do anything to you." She told me. She handed me a jacket. "Why are you giving me this?" I asked her.

"Because it's cold." She told me. I put it on and sat down. "Here, I brought you this too." She told me giving me my knife back. I got up and got it and put it in my pocket. She sat down, I saw some fear in her face. I sat across from her. "Jeff...can I ask you a question?" She asked me. What does she want? "I don't know. Before you wanted nothing to do with me, now you're being nice? I don't play those came Agelina. You got that?" I told her taking my knife out and pointing it at her.

"I know Jeff....I'm sorry. I just need to know one thing. "What happened to you?" She asked me. I stopped. No one has asked me that before, I haven't thought about that at all since it happened. Why does she want to know. I looked at her. "It all started when I was 13. and I moved to a new neighborhood. One day while we were going to school a group of punks came and they were bothering me and....someone else and I started fighting them, after the police found out, someone took the blame for what I did, and went to jail, for what I did." I told her. This was a mistake, she doesn't need to now.

She looked sad? I think I don't know why.  "One day we went to a little kids party, those punks came back. Something in my mind snapped and all I wanted to do was kill. Some kid and I started fighting, he poured Vodka all over me. Then he dropped bleach on me, then when I was a bit knocked out, he turned on a match...and I caught on fire." He said, I looked at him. That's why he's so pale. "After that I went to the hospital, got insane, and cut my mouth burnt my eyelids and killed some people. That's it." I told her while getting up.


-Angelina's POV-


"Jeff.." I told him, he turned around facing me. I got up. "What Angelina? Why did you even want to know? to tell the police, tell an asylum?" He asked me, he seemed mad, he probably, didn't want to remember that. "No...I just wanted to I can help you." I told him, he laughed. I knew what he meant. I went over to him. "Jeff, I'm sorry I made you tell the story, I didn't know....I'm sorry." I told him looking down and walking away. I walked slowly still thinking in his story. I walked and walked, I felt bad of what I made him tell. Now he may hate me more, and this time he may kill me for real. I was walking and I was playing with my fingers, I felt someone touch my shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay. I needed to say it to someone anyway." He told me. I looked at him and gave him a weak smile. He, well he always smiles so I'm not really sure, if he was smiling or not. He looked at me once more and started running, I saw him leave and I went walking back home. I got in and turned on the TV. nothing good was on. I went to my parents room and I screamed of terror. They were dead. They got sliced in their neck, blood was all over the sheets in their bed. I looked on the wall. It didn't say anything.

Did Jeff do this? Who did it? Usually Jeff leaves a 'GO TO SLEEP' with blood. I ran to the phone and called 9-1-1. After the call, they sent an ambulance and police. The police took me for questioning. "Alright Angelina, where were you when this happened?" He asked me. "I was out in the woods with some friends." I lied to him. "Okay, then what did you do when you came home?" He asked me. "I looked to see what was on TV, then I walked in and saw them all dead and bleeding."  I told him, I was scared. "Okay, do you know when it could've happened?" He asked me. "I don't know, I was with my friends for like 1 hour." I told him, he closed his notebook. "Alright, what do you want to do with the bodies?" He asked me. "Put them in a coffin, in the same cemetery, one on top of the other." I told them.

They nodded and took them away. "I love you..." I said to my parents, I went to their room and left everything as it was. I needed to asked someone if he did it.

Who would've killed them and why?

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